Will's friend, a girl, came over to play.  They played Wii for a while and then decided to turn the game room into their "apartment" and play "House".  I set up shop in my bedroom, folding laundry and "not interferring" since Chris told me that I "cramp Will's style" when I "interfere".  Since I don't exactly know how you can interfere with a 6 year old and his friend, nor have I come to terms with the idea that a 6 year old can have a "style" to "cramp", I figured I would just fold the laundry and remove any temptation on my part to "interfere" or "cramp". 

What unfolded was a series of mini-acts in the Theatre of Upper Middle Class School Children Playing House.

Scene 1 - The Big Game

"Ok, you're at my football game."

"Yeah, I took your motorcycle and I'm going to watch you play.  You're the star.  Okay?"

"Yeah, and you have to make sure you watch my motorcycle so my fans don't steal it or anything."

"Ok."

"But you still have to cheer."

"Maybe I should leave the motorcycle at home and take the Mercedes instead."

"Yeah, that would be better."

"Ok."

Scene 2 - Back at "The Crib"

Play phone rings

"It's your boss on the phone."

"Ok.  Yes....  Yes coach....  Ok....  You need me to play in 28 games so we can win the big one?  Yes...  Yes...  I know I'm important to the team..."

"Ask if it comes with a raise!"

"Do I get a raise?  Oh....  Oh yeah?  Really?  More money than I can imagine?"

"Hooray!  I can get my nails done and go shopping for new furniture!"

Scene 3 - Hired Help and Family Members: How to Kill Two Birds with One Stone

Play phone rings

"Will, it's your mother."

"Tell her Yes, I made my bed.  Tell her Yes, I am dressed."

"She wants to talk to you."

"Tell her I'm dressed and my bed is made.  That's all she ever wants to know."

(Mom in real life doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.  Mom in real life thinks about abandoning ideas of special desserts from now on since no one seems to notice anything other than my preference for making beds and not running around in ones underwear all day.)

Pretend knock on pretend door.

"Will, your sister is here again."

"Tell her to leave."

Gigi starts singing One Republic's song "Apologize" and annoying the crap out of big brother who is now a star football player living in an exclusive apartment, making a ton of money...

"Wait, maybe she can stay.  We were looking for a housekeeper -"

"Tell my Mom to do that job.  She cleans stuff."

"What about someone to walk the dogs?  Can Gigi be the dog walker?"

"Yeah, but make sure she doesn't steal anything."

"Ok."

"Awesome."

To be continued after lunch, I suppose....